Breaking up is hard to do you see. I wrote a blog post about my phone. Really wanted to say, “Adios buddy!” But now here I sit, me plus phone much less lone.
Addicted, withdrawing, one more hit. I like the feeling sometimes, when you get lit. Although you give me much pleasure and delight, I shall find a special and new place for you, just for tonight.
It’s not so bad, I can go seconds, minutes and hours, but can I go a day or two? Without you there’s a void, and it sucks. I’m filling it, filling it, filling it with all the things that I do. But what if, just for fun, we played a little game called, “chuck it and run” or, “surrender to flux.”
Oh let’s play! It’s one of my favourite games I do say. Energy and time and focus, now mine all mine. I love this game because it gives the way, To more fulfilling and appetizing things, to which I will dine and dine and dine.
Oh dear device, like a cat and mouse chase, except, there’s too many mice. I will leave you alone to regroup and refresh. I am taking the hiatus now too, less noise, less mess. This time away from you, actually, turning into something very nice.
It’s good to change things around and make up your mind and stick. I had an amusing time with this line, trying not to say dick. Temptations and emotions and cravings abound. You never even as much, utter a slight sound.
Phone you trick me, taunt me, lure me and haunt me. How much longer can we go? I plan to leave the country one day without you in stow. I wish you had a real brain, like me, so we could experience more glee.
Ok, enough. I still think you are amazing. The beautiful way you try to help and make life simpler and easier. I will be thanking you for your gifts from now until the next phasing. But I must admit dear phone, some things that you do, unfortunately, make life drearier.
So a little less contact, a little less checking. There is nothing I will miss that cannot wait. My mind and body and spirit very due, for less of a pecking. Thank you. Grateful. You have been a Saint.
Goodbye for now, going to try something else. Maybe I’ll walk or cook, or go for a swim. No. I think I’ll paint. Paint with passion and heat so everything melts. Yes. Painting. Painting is the better option for the win.
Break ups suck. Even when it’s the right thing. “We’re gonna be fine. We have to do it and it’s the right thing to do. And nothing bad happens when you’re doing the right thing.” Ryan Gosling once said. George Clooney followed that line up with, “Is this your personal theory? ‘Cause I can shoot holes in it.”
I am in the process of breaking up with my phone and technology’s influence on my life. Complete overhaul, something I knew I needed to do because well, I want to feel what it’s like to be alone with myself again. Totally alone. And if you know me, you know I prize being alone. But even when I think I’m alone now, I’m not really.
“Our attention is the most valuable thing we have. We experience only what we pay attention to. We remember only what we pay attention to. When we decide what to pay attention to in the moment, we are making a broader decision about how we want to spend our lives…If you wanted to invent a device that could rewire our minds, if you wanted to create a society of people who were perpetually distracted, isolated, and overtired, if you wanted to weaken our memories and damage our capacity for focus and deep thought, if you wanted to reduce empathy, encourage self-absorption, and redraw the lines of social etiquette, you’d likely end up with a smartphone” – Catherine Price, How To Break Up With Your Phone.
Does this not scare you?
In my third year of Sociology, I took a course called, “Technology and Society.” It was one of the scariest academic four and a half months of my degree. And that’s saying something because there were many “scary” moments learning Sociology. But scary in that amazing way. At least, I thought it was amazing.
This was 2007. At the time I was much on the same page with the theme of the course being how technology is ruining people and taking us further away from our natural humanness. Fast forward to 2026. Yeah…like…holy shit.
A lot of attention was paid in that class, showing up for every lecture like it was a lifeline. I knew if I missed out on anything, I’d probably regret it. This one was different than any other course. I was really excited for each following lecture because I sort of felt like someone was telling me something from the future that I needed to keep in my back pocket really securely for the next twenty years, and I guess for the rest of my life. And now this information, there’s just too much of it. My pockets are overflowing. I am, you are, ticking time bombs now. The longer we let devices do what they’re doing, the closer we come to exploding. Oh wait, crap, that’s already happened.
What we know has no impact, gaining insight about this addiction crisis means zippo unless we start doing something about, what we know. And I love the people out there who are doing this. And now I’m one of them.
I sat in the very front row of that class each week. The professor would speak as if he was already in 2026 and he knew the future of my brain, of everyone’s brains. It’s exactly what I’m reading now about the things that phones are doing to us. But reading and hearing about it, is a different story than living it right? We all know we should be spending less time on our devices. But habits are not easy to change, especially this particular one because there’s a zillion people out there employed to make sure, we stay hooked and never break it. My prof described at the time how cell phones and technology eventually would be controlling our lives and how quickly we will lose our sense of relating with each other as we become codependent with technology. What did that even mean? Gotcha. I know now.
I was kind of anti technology at the time. Still am. I didn’t like having a cell phone and it really frustrated people when they couldn’t reach me when I lived abroad (shout out to Hayley and Munky who could never find me at Bondi or Coogee). Everyone had Nokia cell phones texting and arranging where to go and meet and I was always the one who left my cell in my dorm room and continued to use the landline on my desk. I just didn’t want people knowing where I was and I didn’t like texting to make plans. I like talking, with those things we have in our throats, vocal chords. You know those two bands of smooth muscle tissue located in the larynx at the top of the trachea? Ya, those. And I like planning ahead. “Let’s meet here at this time. If something happens and we miss each other, let’s try again another day.” If they showed up at that time and place amazing, they knew if they didn’t, they wouldn’t get another chance to rearrange plans or chat to me that day until I got home. A fun trick to know who actually wants to see your face and who’s just treating you like an option. Some days I was left standing at the beach bus stop alone, only to get back to my dorm room that night to seven missed calls and fourteen texts from Munky being like, “I got caught up painting meet me at Coogee instead!” I headed to Bondi that day and had a blissful afternoon watching the surfers and eating fish and chips solo. At twenty three that behaviour flies, at forty two, see ya.
Building meaningful and strong connections does not happen through a device. I knew that when I was twenty and I know it even more now.
No wonder people feel so starved for depth of connection these days. Sure you could say the opposite, that staying connected through a phone is effort, but the way you use the device is what makes or breaks the connection. I very much believe we are getting further away from actually knowing each other. I don’t care what you say, this stuff on the phone…it’s not connection. It gives us wonderful things to make our lives better, but it’s still establishing an unhealthy addiction. Slowly, or maybe faster than we think, reconfiguring our brains.
I like when people say, “Let’s stay connected.” I’m always like, “Ok, how should we do that? What does connection mean and feel like for you?” They look at me funny like I just asked them if cheetahs are waterproof.
Getting clarity on the definition of connection is important to me, as it’s different for everyone. Mostly because I am completely finished with any kind of connection that isn’t in the realm of, “Who are you…really?” You reach your 40’s and you stop giving fucks about stuff that used to matter so much. I’m after depth and interest and honest, raw communicating, with like open ended questions, lots of them. You want to know someone, open end question the hell out of them. I was after this in my 20’s and 30’s too not just now. I’m still after it today because it’s a secret weapon.
So I’m breaking up with my phone. Breaking this down into a full on, nuanced break up. I wanted to do this when I was 23 and here I am almost 42 doing the same thing. Some things don’t change, some things change a lot. Changing my notifications, alerts, deleting apps, cleaning up screens and pages, no more badges, greyscale mode, Auto Reply text messages alerting that I’m “out of the office and living like it’s 1996” and, before I reach for my phone I will ask myself, what for, why now and what else. What else could I do right now other than check my phone? Why am I picking it up right now? What am I picking it up to do?
I’m ok with change, especially when I know this is going to be a really good thing. Break ups take time, adjusting to new habits and going through withdrawal and riding out the urges, understanding why this is the best thing for me to do for my health while also recognizing that some people won’t understand, agree or want to share in this break up mentality with me. That’s ok, I can’t be anything but me: keep unfollowing the herd, listening to my own beats and walking down a path that’s lonely sometimes, but it’s as Munky might say, “less constrained.”
“Phone. noun: a device that uses either a system of wires along which electrical signals are sent or a system of radio signals to make it possible for you to speak to someone in another place who has a similar device.”
Key word, “speak.”
Life is not meant to be like this and I will resist the way technology is taking over and wrecking our brains and social skills and our ability to pay attention, until I’m wrinkled and grey. It is lonely sometimes, but it is also cleaner, fresher, quieter, simpler and a lot less chaotic.
We are all addicts now and what the next twenty years are going to look like, I honestly am not super stoked to find out. However, I can feel something brewing that I can’t quite put my finger on just now. And if you’re reading this today, remember I said this and call me up in twenty years on your landline! I wish I could meet my professor for coffee and see where he’s at now with all of this…stuff.
Nothing bad is going to happen. It’s the right thing to do. No holes in this theory. Just do it. Raise your vibration my fellow souls. What one person can do so can another. Will, persistence, focus, motivation, drive, consistency. Then one day magic, you’ve changed a habit and your brain is better for it.
“We must act, individually and collectively, to make our attention our own again, and so reclaim ownership of the very experience of living.” – Tim Wu, The Attention Merchants.
Last thing. I’ve removed the “like” and “comments” feature on my blog because…nope. If you like reading these fantastic, but I don’t need to know anymore. Some things are best left a mystery. There is a better and more meaningful way to let someone know you like something they did. I’ll let you figure that one out on your own.
There is a glitch with my iPhone and my Mom’s iPhone. We are green and no longer blue when we text each other. With everyone else who has an iPhone we are blue, but the two of us…we are now green.
Lots of explanations for this the sweet guy at Fido said. He and a lovely other guy took a lot of time fussing with all sorts of settings, trying different things to get us back to blue. Two very smart, tech savvy guys and two iPhones, now green instead of blue.
I Googled this before going to Fido and tried endless things yesterday with no luck. It happened at around 2:30pm. I watched it happen. One minute we are blue then the next, boom, green.
If you have an iPhone then you understand the slight stress here. Just slight. A mystery, what just happened? Why are we green and not blue? Three seconds ago we were blue. My Mom and I texting back and forth our attention now locked in on this “issue” that’s come into our lives. Green and not blue. It’s actually ridiculous thinking that this is a problem. It’s not a problem, just a minor annoyance because things are not like they used to be.
I secretly think Steve Jobs had this in mind. To screw with everyone. Just continually keep pissing people off even from his grave. Software updates throwing us off every couple months, imposing upon us new things to learn and adapt to, how dare he! Messing with our emotions. No thing or person or device will be in control of my emotions. I will handle this in the way that I’m sure Steve would want me to. And that is, to search high and low, talk to everybody, ask all the bots, Google, to find an answer as to how I can get me and my Mom back to BLUE!
My first stop was the Fido store where I got my phone. I love the guys there. They are so kind and knowledgeable and helpful, the employees at this specific Fido store on Davie street are just next level. I won’t go anywhere else (except the Apple store if necessary, which in this case it was, I’ll get to that next). And the conclusion that we came to after trying all sorts of things was, that, this is just a system glitch and we would need to wait for the next software update whenever that may be, another mystery, in order for things to reset. Or, he said, to try a factory reset but backup everything first and see if that fixes it.
“Factory reset” two terms that really scare the crap out of me. I love my phone factory. My factory is very special. If I need to wipe it and my Mom’s I just, I’m just, not prepared for this level of panic today. I can’t afford to lose anything else at this point. Reset my factory? I’d rather have a root canal. Two. Being green is enough stress for today. I’ll happily stay green, just don’t touch my Factory.
So, with that information, I bust down to the beautiful glass encased Apple store that beams with white calming light at the corner of Howe and Georgia street. When you walk towards the store, there are lovely concrete steps outside leading you towards the big glass revolving doors. It’s got this heaven like feel as you approach it. I wonder if Steve had that in mind too when he saw the actual stores infrastructure in his mind. Probably. Maybe he thinks or thought he was God? Or maybe he wasn’t involved in this aspect at all. It doesn’t matter really. Don’t even get me started on the staircase that leads from the Sales floor up to the second floor where the “Fixers” are. It’s like the second your foot touches the first step of this staircase, the ability to overthink gets wiped from your Universe, the ability to think period, becomes a challenge. You just start feeling and imagining, and everything else goes quiet as you take each step. Exactly what the Apple Gods envisioned I think.
And when you’re inside Apple it’s like another planet where people speak a different language and they know how to bring a sense of calm back to your world just with their smiles and attitude of “we can fix this, no problem,” it’s like you know that, all your life’s problems will be taken care of in here and the second you leave the store, the world and your life will be righted and a lot brighter somehow.
My phone is like my kid. I don’t have any actual human children so I use devices and animals as my kids and when something is up with one of them, they’re green instead of blue, holy hell I’m going to use every inch and ounce of my healing power, my wisdom, my ruthlessness to nurse my baby back into action. We all have glitches and it’s the kindness of other people and our own willingness to breathe love and compassion into our experience of these glitches, ours and other people’s, that makes life so beautiful.
As I walked to Apple though, I thought how non big of a deal this is. We are green now when we used to be blue. There is absolutely no difference or change in anything else, just the colour of our text bubbles and it doesn’t mean that anything is wrong. We are communicating just fine now in green as we always did when we were blue. But something is different now and it’s up to us to choose how we handle this glitch for however long it decides to stay in our lives, staring at us every day.
I kept thinking, maybe we’re not supposed to be blue anymore, we are being set apart just the two of us for some reason and that maybe this means something else? The Universe sending us a message (in green not blue obviously) and that, according to my last post about mystery, that, we should start paddling towards it, accept it, believe in it, and not search so hard to solve it when it’s not causing us harm or changing anything in our lives for the worse. Maybe this mystery is supposed to sit there with us and it will resolve when it’s supposed to and I shouldn’t be running around to Fido and Apple asking questions and searching to get back to blue. Except my curiosity gets peaked with technology and I love learning things about my phone, my kid, so, I still wanted to do a bit of investigation because it was, odd, that it is just us and with everyone else we are blue. The Fido guys were at a loss, and they know, A LOT. So, a trip to Apple was important for my brain.
I am currently sitting in my hallway typing this in my Notes because I had this blog post in my head all day going from store to store and it was busting out through my ears and nose, so I’m sitting here on my rug with my jacket and boots still on typing away. When this happens, when stuff swirls in my mind I have to stop everything that I am doing, sit down, cross my legs, breathe and let it rip. I’m grateful I’m not holding a pen and a notebook right now and that my wonderful phone has this writing feature. There should be more writing features, for people who, like to write and type, a lot. I bet there are, I just haven’t discovered them yet. I should have asked the Apple guys, oh well, doesn’t matter really, the Notes app is great and works just fine.
The consensus, after much prodding and three different geniuses thinking and fussing with both of our phones was, that I needed to make an appointment and come back in a day or two, they were not about to give up, and it was almost closing time. I scheduled a time to return in two days and for now, we remain green. Will we revert back to blue ever again? Who knows but they reassured me that this has happened before and that they are certain that in two days me and my Mom, will be back to blue.
I had an inkling that this is what they would say and I was prepared for it and my Mom will be ok too, we are resilient the two of us. Just bring it on. But just like any glitch that throws your system slightly off kilter and remains a mystery, how you choose to understand it and allow it to affect you is what matters. Steve knew what he was doing, taking over the emotional health of the world. Nah. You’re always in charge of your own internal mess, chaos, calm and beauty, it would be nice though, if Apple dished out less glitches. I guess I could surrender my iPhone for an Android, but, I’m very loyal, and there’s glitches with anything, so I’ll stick with this kid, she’s been a blessing so far, glitches and all.
Welcoming her glitches and loving them and learning from them, enhancing my mental attitude, maybe that’s what Steve had in mind. I do believe the Universe threw this glitch at us for a reason. The timing is comical. Here’s something else you sweet resilient souls, will you let it burn or let it dissolve? I’m ok with being green. I’ve always felt more green than blue anyway. I love green. Kermit the Frog would argue with me however, as he says, “It’s not easy being green.”
I’m coming to like them, these glitches. Forcing me to orient my thoughts and feelings and even a little bit faster too. And the more glitches that happen, the better.
Thanks Apple and thanks Steve! Keep the glitches coming, watch me love them, welcome them. I am fireproof. And so is my Mom and so are YOU. You can handle it all and more and the more that comes at you, glitches here and there, don’t lose sight of the bigger picture. Does. This. Actually. Matter? No.
What mattered today and what will always matter is the great conversation and funny discussion I had at the Fido store with two very nice and amusing guys. We even gave each other a high five before I left the store. (Initiated by me of course, I thought hugging it out might be a bit much, but, I thought about it).
What matters is the warm, kind, patient, honest, determined and friendly humans at Apple who just want to make your experience with your phone and thus your life, better.
I have shelter, food, running water, a bed to sleep in, clean air, sturdy healthy legs to get me from A to B, healthcare, my eyesight, safety, and love. I am grateful for these and never take them for granted.
What matters is that my Mom is here, I am here, and we can text each other any day, any time, from anywhere, whether we are blue or green, makes no lick of a difference.
Emma Wisdom 